Occasions Off-spring Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson |
Miserum me fuisse fælicem!
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Miserum me fuisse fælicem!
To Mr. H. C.
Had Palynurus, never stear'd so farre,As India, where the earthes choyce treasures are.
His wooden Castle. might have split in sunder,
And nere arrived at a nine dayes wonder:
Had Bellisarrus, and I, never seene,
The faithlesse face of change's changefull queene'
And to so loftie hopes had no admission,
How blest had wee bene in our low condition?
Had Athenais not Eudoxia bene,
T'had bene no wound to be throwne downe agen;
Had I nere sene you (fairest) then my breast,
Had still bene calmie in its haven of rest.
What th' eye nere sees, the heart nere grieves? had I
Nere drank at all, then had I nere bene dry.
I saw you but, and the wing archers bow,
Drawn by the attractives of your eyes peirc'd through.
My heart, so did hee from those eyes procure,
His bolt, his bowstringe, and his cynosure.
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Tarantula like, it makes mee laugh, and kills mee.
Tis thou hast wounded mee, and I must meet
My cure in thee, O my sweet, bitter-sweet.
Sic mihi res eadem vulnus opem que tulit.
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